Liu Qi, the eighth saint in the ancient world, was kicked into the turbulence of time and space because the way of heaven could only accommodate seven saints.
When he opened his eyes, Blue Star was still there, but Blue Star was no longer the same Blue Star.
There are people wielding swords in the sky, there are beast-eared ladies selling milk tea on the street, and Lao Wang next door can break rockeries by practicing Tai Chi.
Time travelers are running around the streets, beast masters are raising pigs, armor summoners are moving bricks, and fire powers are setting up stalls selling barbecue?
And he, a dignified saint, was injured by the turbulence of time and space, and his realm was suppressed by the will of the world, leaving only a pixel chicken system that was worn out and could only say "ding".
"Host, you are now a foundation-building level waste."
"Trash?" Liu Qi looked at the A-level monster charging towards him, which was comparable to the peak of the God Transformation. He reached out and punched it through the head, "You call this trash?"
He is in the late stage of Sheniu, a maniac who plays tricks, and knows that he wants to be stubborn but his strength allows for waste.
In this world of suture monsters, he wants to use his fists to teach the world what the Eighth Saint is, and what it means to fight with only one punch.
Once upon a time, heaven could not tolerate him. Now, the world can hardly accommodate him.
